If I write a message in a tired parchment,
and leave it in a bottle,
will you ever find it, and then,
take me back through the road that leads to today?
If I whisper into the storm,
will you leave a lantern out,
and keep the fire shining
with conversations half-finished?
And if I never say a thing,
will you still assume,
that I still don't care?
And if I scream,
will you ever hear,
the silence that is all around me?
And if you read this,
will you think,
that I'm drunk again?
15 comments:
Nice poem. Very intense.
Cheers
This is really nice!
yes yes .. you are drunk !
....
somewhere i have seen through all your posts , you are seeking something .. might be totality ...
would like to find that out
@ narendra
it's a non-poem =)
but thanks!
@ vrinda
again, thanks =)
@ screwdriver
aren't we all searching for something? I hope it's not totality that I'm searching for [I like to thing of myself as work in progress, but incomplete has some a drab touch to it=/], but yeah, I'd like to find out what I'm searching for too =)
hmm...storms, silences, possibilities and a whole load of existential questions...fits into my idea of romance :)
poem or non poem, the whole thing has a feel to it that i really like
@ srapri
romance? ROMANCE? no one, absolutely no one accuses me of being romantic! =/ :D
@ amritha
=)
Just when I was enjoying the poem and wondering how you were going to end it.. you ended it! You are drunk!But then I DO think that it will lead you to today!:)
keep poeming!!! Chrs
The desire to be 'found', despite 'the madness' that engulfs, appears stronger than the need to 'hide' from 'the madness'...
The gradual submission is very well stringed by some apt choice of words and images;'tired parchment' was my favorite!
@ tsu
non-poeming you mean
@ Id,
why would one hide from the madness? isn't it what makes life? and tired parchment was my favorite too =)
'hiding' is perhaps never an option but we perceive it to be one, or else why would we not deliver the 'message' instead of 'leaving it in a bottle' for someone to 'find it'?
This game of hide and seek is enchanting and perhaps constitutes 'life'
happened to chance upon ur blog.. u r a good writer.. liked ur poem.. esp the imagery that u have used.. very refreshing choice of images n vocabulary... keep up the good work.. cheers!
wrote a comment only to realise my wonderful connection has failed me again =/ hate retyping. anyways
id,
what you said about the game of hide and seek is true. but don't you think that even there, rather than a perception of hiding as an option, it is the innate need to be found that works? we do not hide with the hope that we will be left hidden for good but with the hope that someone will come looking for us...so we leave clues, for them to find us for us, - "road that leads to today"
@ anon
thanks for dropping by...and for those very sweet words =)
I am in complete agreement with you on that as Isaid in my earlier comment - "The desire to be 'found', despite 'the madness' that engulfs, appears stronger than the need to 'hide' from 'the madness'..."
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